Religiousy stuff
Those of an Atheist disposition may wish to avoid this post altogether.
Still here?
Well, you have been warned...
The first thing to say is that I've met Jesus. As in, just met. This week. That may seem an odd thing for someone who's been going to church for 30 years to say. Some of you may have heard me say that I've always struggled with the Son/Saviour/Christ element of the Trinity. Well, somehow the struggle is over. He knocked... and I opened the door.
And I feel... Happy isn't the word. Amazed is a little better. For a wordsmith, I really do struggle to find the right words, sometimes :D
Certainly, it isn't what I expected. I have no idea what I did expect, but this feeling of having my best friend constantly at hand wasn't it. And that's how it does feel. He makes me laugh - somehow the image of Buddy Jesus from Dogma popped into my head last night, and I'd swear he put it there.
I don't know where this will take me, but I'm looking forward to it.
Secondly, I had a prayer answered on Sunday - and not in the way I expected. Actually, I wasn't expecting an answer at all, which made it all the sweeter. I've had prayer answered before, but that was something more direct.
Recently, I've been really worrying about Billy. He still doesn't have a job, and Connexions really don't seem to be interested in helping. Of course, he has to take some responsibility for himself, but the whole purpose of Connexions is supposed to be to help him. I would imagine this would include saying, 'Hey, Bill - what we've done so far doesn't seem to be working; have you thought about....'.
So, after wrestling with myself before I went to sleep on Saturday, and when I got up on Sunday, I prayed aloud for both my children, and other young people with decisions to make during the prayers on Sunday. On the way home, I suddenly realised that I wasn't so frantically anxious, any more. The answer seemed to be, 'you can't make Billy's life work for him - you can still care about him, but this is his life'. I don't belief I'm shirking my responsibilities by taking this advice.
Finally, I've just come from the Readers' taster evening. Some of the training takes place on Saturdays - the day we have Luke. I don't know if Colin and Billy would be willing to have him for the whole day, even four separate days spread over a year. And there's my responsibility, too. I've told Becky not to mess us around - I have to keep to those rules, too.
On the other hand, I really believe this is the direction God is calling me in. And, if it is, he has to make it possible for me to take it.
So, more prayer...
Well, that's all, for now. Thanks for reading :D
Still here?
Well, you have been warned...
The first thing to say is that I've met Jesus. As in, just met. This week. That may seem an odd thing for someone who's been going to church for 30 years to say. Some of you may have heard me say that I've always struggled with the Son/Saviour/Christ element of the Trinity. Well, somehow the struggle is over. He knocked... and I opened the door.
And I feel... Happy isn't the word. Amazed is a little better. For a wordsmith, I really do struggle to find the right words, sometimes :D
Certainly, it isn't what I expected. I have no idea what I did expect, but this feeling of having my best friend constantly at hand wasn't it. And that's how it does feel. He makes me laugh - somehow the image of Buddy Jesus from Dogma popped into my head last night, and I'd swear he put it there.
I don't know where this will take me, but I'm looking forward to it.
Secondly, I had a prayer answered on Sunday - and not in the way I expected. Actually, I wasn't expecting an answer at all, which made it all the sweeter. I've had prayer answered before, but that was something more direct.
Recently, I've been really worrying about Billy. He still doesn't have a job, and Connexions really don't seem to be interested in helping. Of course, he has to take some responsibility for himself, but the whole purpose of Connexions is supposed to be to help him. I would imagine this would include saying, 'Hey, Bill - what we've done so far doesn't seem to be working; have you thought about....'.
So, after wrestling with myself before I went to sleep on Saturday, and when I got up on Sunday, I prayed aloud for both my children, and other young people with decisions to make during the prayers on Sunday. On the way home, I suddenly realised that I wasn't so frantically anxious, any more. The answer seemed to be, 'you can't make Billy's life work for him - you can still care about him, but this is his life'. I don't belief I'm shirking my responsibilities by taking this advice.
Finally, I've just come from the Readers' taster evening. Some of the training takes place on Saturdays - the day we have Luke. I don't know if Colin and Billy would be willing to have him for the whole day, even four separate days spread over a year. And there's my responsibility, too. I've told Becky not to mess us around - I have to keep to those rules, too.
On the other hand, I really believe this is the direction God is calling me in. And, if it is, he has to make it possible for me to take it.
So, more prayer...
Well, that's all, for now. Thanks for reading :D